GreenLine Bus Driver

During the war, a wretched GreenLine bus-driver had been much bombed and endlessly diverted so that he invariably lost his way in the black-out. He was a good and pious bus-driver and always knelt down and said his prayers before getting into bed. One night the raids had been extra heavy and the diversions many and complicated. It waslate and he was cold and utterly exhausted so he decided "just for this once" to say his prayers in bed. Naturally, being so tired, he instantly fell asleep, but his guilty sub-conscious mind would give him no peace. He had a nightmare that he was vainly struggling to say the Lords Prayer, but try as he might the words just wouldn't come right- " Our Farnham which art in Hendon, Harrow be thy mame. "Thy Kingston come, thy Wimbledon, in Erith as it is in Hendon. "Give us this day our Leatherhead and forgive us our bye-passes as we forgive them that bye-pass against us. Lead us not into Thames Ditton, but deliver us from Ewell. For thine is the Kingston, the Purley,and the Crawley for Ivor and Esher, Crouchend".

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